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February 11, 2003
Oof.
I'm so tired. It's the start of a new semester at work, and we're shortstaffed, so I'm unbelievably busy all day. I get to work at about 8:15, and I don't stop running around like a loony until 4:30-5 o'clock. I'm falling behind -- for the first time in five years, I'm not able to get all my work done by the end of the day. This bugs me, a lot. I'm hoping it's just temporary, and that a new person will be hired soon, so things will get easier. Today, I was so tired and busy that I had to fight the urge to hide in the bathroom until it was time to go home. (It wouldn't have worked; we have a communal bathroom, and there's no lock on the dorr. Damn.) My boss has been thanking both me and my coworker often, because she knows we're being run ragged, but there's not much she can do to help. (She's also been making snarky remarks about the rude students we have to deal with, and coming from her, it's comedy gold. She's not the snarky type. I think my coworker and I are bad influences on her.) And the really frustrating thing? You'd think that being busy would make the day go by faster. It doesn't. The days just drag on and on. Argh. I come home at night (after dozing off on the T) and collapse on the couch to watch Buffy reruns -- nothing that might make me think, thank you -- and go to bed. I have a three-day weekend coming up, though, so I may survive yet.
In other news... my roommate brought home a tiny little remote-controlled Matchbox car, and spent a half hour tormenting Smoke with it. I wished I'd had a video camera -- she tried to act all aloof and nonchalant, but she'd get all offended when he'd bump it against her feet. She tried to catch it to sniff at it, and the got frustrated and shoved in under the dining room rug. Hee. Of course, when he put it away, she sat and looked forlorn. I may have to hunt for one for her -- at the very least, it'll entertain me.
Saturday, Jeff came to town for a visit, which was a lot more exciting than my usual Saturdays are. We tried to get lunch, but the yummy Thai place wasn't open yet, so we spent a bit of time at the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum -- it's one of my favorite places, and I hadn't been there in years. It always feels like it should have ghosts. Filled with art and culture, we got the aforementioned Thai food, and then wandered around town talking. I bought my mom a Strider bobbing head doll, which is still amusing me, and had coffee, and talked about everything under the sun. I had hot chocolate, which gave me one hell of a sugar high, so I probably talked the poor boy's ear off. It was a good day, and I'm hoping for a repeat of it soon.
I'm worrying about a few things -- friends having rough times, and my cousin is working on adopting a baby from Nepal, so I've been fretting a lot. And now, I am going to take my fretful, tired self off to relax a bit before bed.
Posted by Mary Ellen at February 11, 2003 11:39 PM